With a north-west wind, it is difficult to sail from the willow-row to Hubbard’s Bath, yet I can sail more westerly from the island point to Fair Haven Bay to the bath-place above: and though I could not do the first to-day, I did sail all the way from Rice’s Bar to half a mile above Sherman’s Bridge by all the windings of the river . . .

  On our way up, we ate our dinner at Rice’s shore . . .

  A painted turtle laying, at 5 P.M. . . .

  At 9 P. M., 54º, and no toads nor peepers heard.